Just look for a sign that looks like it’s made up of big Scrabble tiles: S-U-P-E-R-B-A. Hey, that’s 13 points. Also, it marks the place you’ll want to go with a bunch of friends
after a leisurely beach day, when everybody’s hungry for fried duck eggs, sweet corn gazpacho and futuristic pasta—the
rigatoni’s made with rye, there’s amaro in the agnolotti sauce—from Jason Neroni (Osteria La Buca). To
drink: beer sangria, an unholy mix of Belgian white ale, prosecco and apricot juice. Or just... a
beer.

Technically, you could down this stuff inside or outside. Inside goes full loft-dweller (funky wallpaper,
chrome-heavy open kitchen, towering ceilings), and the patio looks like a pool deck, with a row of teal-tile
seating. Un-technically, though, the wall of windows between the two spaces will usually be opened up
entirely, so it’s one big, breezy spiked-pasta party.